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by Rebecca Samuelson

remember when the greatestact of love was writing initialstogether on a quad wall inborrowed black sharpiepermanence eluded due to rainfall excessive leaning at lunchpaint covered in one fell swoop
years later curiosity overtakingthe red orange slides revisitedscrawls from a mideveningunder observant eyes only existin memory cards from digitalcameras that no longer turn ondespite multiple attempts 
what are the parameters for lovequalifications if passenger seatswere still a legal requirement doesit count on the invisible abacusintertwined fingers scraping queriesinto the bulges of textured buildingswhat to do with all these markers? 

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Featured in our October 2022 issue, "Haunted"